The Man in my Dreams

As much as I would like to say this is a romantic story, one that would make your heart skip a beat, one where the man and women ended up in each other's arms kissing and stuff, this is not.  This is the story of a tortured soul who has a story to tell but because no one listens, no one hears him screaming for help, no one can even see him...when they are awake, he has only one way to get his story out.  In their dreams.

For 4 of the past 5 nights now I have been tortured at night with visions and dreams of someone who I can see, a white man in his late 20s early 30s, short brown hair, no beard or mustache or even stubble.  He has something to say but I can't make it out.  At first I thought maybe my imagination was running ramped in my sleep. I would wake almost 3-4 times during the early hours between midnight and 3:30 AM and have to get up and walk a bit to go back to sleep.  Then Monday morning as I was sitting in the chair by the living room door writing my blog, the door which was locked and is never used flew open and slammed into the door with what seemed to be the force of someone pushing it and a gust of wind so cold it sent chills through me flew by.  I was hoping that it was a sign that whatever was waking me was leaving.  That night, although I had an eerie feeling someone was watching and had to check all the doors more than once before finally laying down to sleep, I did sleep uninterrupted.  It was a blessing...and a curse.  I thought that whatever it was had left...but I now fear that wasn't the case.  He was just letting me know it wasn't my imagination.  He's still here.

Again last night and this morning he woke me several times during the early hours and had me dreaming of the water but this time was the beach.  This time my children were in the dream, when they were young, just playing in the sand on the beach.  Some of my friends were also in the dream, a elderly mother and her daughter that live together.  We were staying at their house on the beach, I was try to get my swimsuit on and found she had washed and dried it and it had a hole in it.  I know it sounds weird but it is some of the bits and pieces I remember from the dream.  They don't make a lot of sense however I feel I must capture them.

One other thing.  For the past week in my waking hours it has felt like my eyes were burning.  I do work on the computer a lot so I chalked it up to that, screen fatigue.  This is not normal however and now I think I understand why.  I believe that this poor soul somehow lost his sight.  I feel that because when I woke this morning and came down stairs, let the dogs out, got my coffee and headed to the living room to write.  As I started to enter the room I had this massive sense that he was sitting on his knees, no hovering just over the floor in the middle of the room looking for me yet not looking.  Facing towards the doorway I would enter through, eyes open, but his eyes were just white, no pupil, no color, just white as if someone has stolen his sight.  He was just there, my minds eye could see him but I was not afraid.

Now, for those of you who know me and know my reaction to spiders and creepy crawlies, let me tell you no, I did not spill my coffee, not even a drop. I did not jump, not even a shiver.  This fact even now as I am writing this shocks me.  For those of you who don't know me, I jump like I am trying to grab the ceiling and squeal like a little girl so for me to have no reaction doesn't make any sense either.  I walked in, calmly put down my coffee, grabbed the sage stick and feather, lit it, and proceeded to completely sage my home, top to bottom.  I fear this did nothing but scent my house and rid it of evil, which I do not feel he is.

Putting it all together, I feel this man has drowned, somewhere where there are boats and sand.  My fear is I picked up a hitchhiker on my way back from New Orleans.  So now I have to figure out what he is trying to say so he can leave again.

I wish this was just the story of a vivid imagination and had a nice, happy ending but as of right now, the ending is not here...so we wait.

UPDATE:  After a deep analysis with my sister witch, we have come to the conclusion that this may have been a lost soul from the south who lost their life due to a hurricane (wind blowing open the door).  Lost sight from injury (eyes and clothing damage).  Kneeling as if to show being humble, asking or requesting something, not there to scare or harm. 

Time to remember him and release his soul. Blessed be.